Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Rose I like a carrot once or twice. They do taste very nice, One thing about carrots, though Is they can bring an orange glow.   I know it's not nice to stare, Even when it's Molly's bad hair. Something's off, I know it is!  And it isn't Molly's major frizz.    "Ugh!  Why does that baby always have to stare at me?"   From across the table, Molly groans loud enough to make the walls tremble.  It is true, I can't deny it.  This diabolical cutie is staring.   Staring and gawking!   Now, here's the thing.  I'm not trying to be diabolical.     Though, trust me, I'll think of something sneaky to do.   It's the glow in Molly's skin.  The tone of her pigment.  The way her tan seems... like a really bad wax job on a car.    I've seen this teen be tan before and it looked rather nice.     But, please.    Don't ever tell cousin Molly that I gave her a co...

 As Logged By:  Agent Chase    I'm simply sitting sweetly While Mommy sets the table neatly. Then I hear some odd giggling. And Mommy guiltily wiggling.   Daddy's huffing and grumpy But Mommy has me getting frumpy.   Who is to blame for that? Not Gobbles and certainly not the cat!    Ah, nothing like taking a break from diabolical plots and schemes to innocently sit by the window and watch the birds and butterflies flitting and flying about.     I know I am wasting a perfect opportunity.  Especially, with Mommy setting the table and completely distracted.  Such perfect timing to leave something squishy on the floor, or perhaps something stinky and sticky by the door.   Maybe later, but for now...  This diabolical mastermind needs her rest.   "What was that!?!?!?"  Daddy suddenly asks.  He's grabbing at his upper arm and glancing at it confused and, also, checking for a bruise.   A quiet n...

 As Logged By: Agent West   The diabolical plan is all set For a trick they haven't yet met. They will run and run some more Away from what I have in store.   What's this cushy seat I'm in That is when the rocking begins I try to bat at the floating stars Till I start dreaming of cars.    "All I want is a hot meal," Mommy whines.  "For the last week, West has had some crazy catastrophe hit as soon as I put dinner on the table."     Hehe, yes I have!    Wait until Mommy sees what I have in store for today.   "I know," Daddy tries to empathize.  However, Mommy isn't buying it.  One lift of her brow and he knows that she knows that he's been sneaking his dinner (his warm dinner) in before coming to help.  "What if I take him tonight?  Then you can enjoy a hot meal finally."   Oh, no, no, no.  That will not be possible.  Not with the calamity of diabolical crazy that I have ready.   To make s...